Tyler Kent White

Come to me, wild and untamed. Bring the oceans on your lips, the mountains on your spine; I want to explore all the places you have ever called home. Let me pluck each petal from the gardens you’ve grown, overcrowded seedlings pushing up through your bones. Come to me dipped in the stars, come to me wearing all your scars. I want to show you just how beautiful you are.

You are the daydream I am supposed to have for the rest of my life.

One day I will kiss you, kiss you with lips that understand, kiss you with lips that can better explain, that can speak in so many languages. They will know how to say I love you in ways you have never heard, in ways that sound unlike anything any other man has mouthed before, false promises and fairy tales they did not ever believe in. One day I will kiss you, pressed words between your lips. I will kiss you and they will rattle between your teeth, run down your throat, and fill your lungs. They will echo against your ribs, they will reverberate through your limbs, they will dress every corner you’ve kept sadness hidden away until all that grows inside of you is the understanding that you are enough. One day I will tell you all about my paper napkin theories, algorithms I formed that demonstrate how the sum of all that you are, is greater than infinity, but to me you have always been the one.

I know that god is real. I have seen him smile through the sunlight as it dances across your skin and lays gently at your feet.

Love is simple: It is waking up knowing you exist in a mind outside of your own. It is having one heart that carries two beats. It is you and me spoken in terms of us and we.

Like all things vast and beautiful, I want to know the depths of which you exist. It has never been enough to wade in the shallows.

Scriptures, n.: The sacred books of our holy religion, as distinguished from the false and profane writings on which all other faiths are based.

Little difficulties are made to swell until they fill our horizon while the real big blessings of life are dwindled down to nothing.

People are never so likely to be wrong as when they are organized. And they never have so little freedom. Perhaps that is why the people at large keep their freedom. People can be manipulated only when they are organized.

It isn’t true that you live only once. You only die once. You live lots of times if you know how.

What you do speaks so loudly that I cannot hear what you say

Thousands of geniuses live and die undiscovered – either by themselves or by others.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

It is bad luck to be superstitious.

Every man is entitled to make a darn fool of himself at least once in a lifetime.’ -Regarding Great War Peace Ship

There are lies, damned lies and statistics.

Progress is a new season and the rule of progress is everything in its season.

It could probably be shown by facts and figures that there is no distinctly native criminal class except Congress.

I hate mankind, for I think myself one of the best of them, and I know how bad I am.

What I have never been afraid of is to be a little silly, and you can engage people that way!

Even in the presence of others he was completely alone.